for he has no fortin; and t'other primo geno there,
couldn't if he would, for he wants the estate next to hisn, and has to
take the gall that owns it, or he won't get it. I pity them galls, I
do upon my soul. It's a hard fate, that, as Minster sais, in his pretty
talk, to bud, unfold, bloom, wither, and die on the parent stock, and
have no one to pluck the rose, and put it in his bosom, aint it?

"Dinner is ready, and you lock and lock, and march off two and two, to
t'other room, and feed. Well, the dinner is like town dinner, there aint
much difference, there is some; there is a difference atween a country
coat, and a London coat; but still they look alike, and are intended to
be as near the same as they can. The appetite is better than town folks,
and there is more eatin' and less talkin', but the talkin', like the
eatin', is heavy and solemcoloy.

"Now do, Mr. Poker, that's a good soul, now do, Squire, look at the
sarvants. Do you hear that feller, a blowin' and a wheesin' like a hoss
that's got the heaves? Well he is so fat and lazy, and murders beef and
beer so, he has got the assmy, and walkin' puts him out o' breath--aint
it beautiful! Faithful old sarvant that, so attached to the family!
which means the family prog. Always to home! which means he is always
eatin' and drinkin', and hante time to go out. So respectful! which
means bowin' is an everlastin' sight easier, and safer too, nor talkin'
is. So honest! which means, parquisites covers all he takes. Keeps every
thin' in such good order! which means he makes the women do his work.
Puts every thin' in it's place, he is so methodical! which means, there
is no young children in the house, and old aunty always puts things back
where she takes 'em from. For she is a good bit of stuff is aunty, as
thin, tough, and soople as a painter's palate knife. Oh, Lord! how I
would like to lick him with a bran new cow hide whip, round and round
the park, every day, an hour afore breakfast, to improve his wind, and
teach him how to mend his pace. I'd repair his old bellowses for him, I
know.

"Then look at the butler, how he tordles like a Terrapin; he has got the
gout, that feller, and no wonder, nother. Every decanter that comes in
has jist half a bottle in it, the rest goes in tastin', to see it aint
corked. His character would suffer if a bit o' cork floated in it. Every
other bottle is corked, so he drinks that bottle, and opens another, and
gives master half of it. The